𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍(BXB ONESHOTS)

Social Distancing - SuperduperBlue

This felt odd. Things felt odd because Jonathan could not find himself to be grossed out, feel bored, to be worried about which of his hoes would see him out with another. It felt so odd to be careless, loyal. To stick to one person and just be all the happier. It would be corny in his mind to say that he loved the foolishly kind teenage boy Kyle Harvey unconditionally, for that was something only said in boring films where guy met the girl and nothing more. To Jonathan Porter, Kyle was more than something quick. More than a high school crush, and more than a fling. The younger was nothing to show off to friends or bring home to his momma like a trophy or good marks on his report card. Instead, he was a lifeline, a necessity that Jonathan found himself checking up on obsessively throughout the day. Knowing the life he lived, gang banging and drug running in these streets, Kyle was always in danger. He was his heart. And though even hearts could withstand a lot, and were protected even more, with one hit to his heart the older's whole world would crumble to abyss under him.

Jonathan already knew it well. He could only really describe it as trying to breathe underwater when your lungs had already quit the job. Being through hell and back would rather be preferred, over wishing that feeling on his worst enemy.

Ironically, as he was thinking of Kyle he soon heard his light goofy laugh carry through the halls of his two-story house from his bedroom. Jonathan could only assume the other male was face timing his friends. While the pandemic was happening Kyle was stuck on being up to date with the news, waking his older boyfriend up to cuddle on the couch as the news was freshly aired at four in the morning. The next morning, either before or after the couple ate, he would either call or text his friends the new information.

Jon deemed it rather cute, knowing why they called Kyle the mom friend first and then Frank. A person he himself had never personally met but was informed of sometimes having the same traits Kyle did. The tall man completely woke up from his stupor, moving to the kitchen to make them breakfast like he was originally planning to do. He pulled the deep freezer open, looking into it before rubbing his chin in concentration

"Alexa, play my at home shit bitch." He called out before pulling a new box of Eggo waffles out of the fridge. In a lower voice, he hummed to himself as a familiar rap flowed through the speakers.

Jonathan quickly went to work, waiting for the waffles to thaw out a little before putting them in the toaster. To go along with it, because he was real nigga like that, he scrambled some cheese and eggs, As he pulled syrup from the pantry all of a sudden his music stopped, causing his eyebrows to frown in annoyance.

"This bitch Alexa must think I ain't a pim-" Before Jonathan could finish his rant towards the female-voiced electronic, arms enclosed around his waist. A large grin quickly replaced the expression on his face, hugging his shorter boyfriend back and quickly picking him up with ease.

"Stop yelling at Alexa," Kyle muttered into his shoulder, but the older could feel his small smile pressed into his skin.

Jonathan laughed out loud, securing the others shorter figure on his hip and stood still just to revel in holding his weight against his own. "She just doesn't understand its Blueface, baby." He said, sucking his teeth. As he heard the others muffled giggle that made all the difference.

"What are you making?" He asked as Jon placed him on the counter, swinging his legs as he craned his neck.

"Eggo waffles and eggs. That's how we doing it." Kyle's eyes widened slightly, looking at Jonathan a little confused but clearly choosing not to say anything on the other's choice of their meal. Soon he was handed a plate with exactly what was promised, and it actually didn't look horrible. The shorter of the two would call it ghetto, but never to his boyfriend's face.